40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 42 42. A dinner party (3)

"No, that's not right. This is not a misunderstanding."

Konrad Curze in the eyes of the Primarchs, the familiar midnight ghost in Khalil's eyes spoke in a low voice.

I knew it would be like this.

Khalil sighed silently, the movement clear despite the silence.

He is very familiar with the character of the ghost, and naturally knows how the latter will react when faced with something that may involve 'Khalil Lohars'.

However, this did not surprise him - he could even guess what Fulgrim said to the ghost.

It's nothing more than an outward manifestation of the deep-seated arrogance of mortals, so it's not surprising.

This has been the case since ancient times, and few people are exempt from this curse.

Once you have great power, you will inevitably become arrogant and treat other people like stupid pigs and sheep. Only those of the same kind in their eyes can gain some rare respect.

What's more, these demigods are indeed qualified to be proud. The ghost is only one and a half years old and is already able to show such powerful fighting power. How strong should these four obviously adults be?

"brother."

The Chemos man raised his head with a pale face and dark eyes, staring at the ghost. "I beg you to forgive me."

"No." Ghost shook his head.

His voice was soft yet firm—but Khalil began to feel a growing headache.

The reason is simple, the ghost doesn't speak Gothic.

The low melody and hissing of Nostramo sounded in this magnificent banquet hall. The soft lights were still soft, but the giant sitting at the main seat stopped eating for the first time.

"Conrad"

"I'm not called by that name," the ghost hissed. "You should not ask for my forgiveness, Mr. Fulgrim."

Fulgrim's face began to turn paler, and his creamy complexion now looked almost comparable to the gloomy and pale color of the ghost.

Although he couldn't understand Nostramo, he could tell the answer he wanted from Konrad Coze's tone.

what to do?

Unable to help himself, he lowered his head and glanced at Ferus.

The silver-handed giant looked at him expressionlessly, his eyes calm. After a while, he shook his head slightly.

I can't help you.

Fulgrim closed his eyes and sat down tremblingly, as if he had lost all his strength - he no longer dared to think about what would happen next.

Because of his own fault, a brother has a conflict with the empire and his father. What should we do?

"Sit down first, Ghost," Khalil hissed. “Or go for a walk — right now, there’s no one in the hallway.”

"What about you, Khalil?"

"I'll fix this."

Ghost blinked and nodded - he didn't ask Khalil what problem he wanted to solve, he just left the seat like a puff of smoke.

The Emperor did not stop him, he just stared calmly. No matter how Dorn and Luojia observed his expression, they tried very hard, but they couldn't get even a word of explanation from their father's face.

The former frowned, and the latter looked at Khalil with some anger in his eyes.

The ghost walked all the way to the door. He walked calmly, almost gliding--at the last moment before leaving, he turned around and made a throwing motion.

Superman's agility caused a pendant to hit the long table accurately and land next to Fulgrim.

Then he spoke in High Gothic.

"Back to you."

The Chemos clenched his fists in confusion. Ferus looked at him calmly, finally reached out and patted his back comfortingly.

The door opened, then closed again.

+Your family atmosphere is a little different from what I imagined. +

+Is it bad? +

+What do you think? +

+You don't understand, Khalil, I can't listen to each of them like an ordinary father. I have to try my best to maintain an image of being emotional in subtle ways. +

+You are molding yourself in the direction of God. What good does this do to you? +

+I have never done this. When you officially join, you will understand how resistant I am to religion. +

+Come on, one of your sons already respects you like a god. +

+That's the path he chose, I can't ask him to change. +

+Have you asked him? +

+What? +

+This is psychic communication, Mr. Nios, so there is no possibility that you can't hear me clearly. You have heard my words clearly. +

+but+

+Also, Ghost is very angry with you, after all, you haven’t even said a word to him until now. +

+I can't force him to accept me, he already has a definition of who his father should be. +

+Does your definition of compulsion also include a simple greeting? You really opened my eyes. +

Shaking his head, Khalil hung up the psychic communication. The giant sitting on the main seat still maintained a calm expression, and that calmness was firmly on his face like a mask.

And Khalil knew he was bleeding.

"So, what happened, Fulgrim?" Rogal Dorn asked his brother seriously.

The 'Rock' seemed to have nothing to do with the banquet at this moment. He stood at the table with a serious and intimidating expression. There was no wave in his tone, but everyone could tell that he was questioning.

".I, I broke his heart."

Fulgrim raised his head, his eyes spreading on the chandelier and tablecloth that dropped vertically from the ceiling. There were five people around him, and he didn't look at any of them.

He said in a low voice: "I broke his heart, Roger."

"I want to describe it exactly." Roger Dorn asked calmly. "Like some description of your conversation, rather than something vague like this."

"Are you going to let me disappoint myself again?!" Fulgrim suddenly roared. "I've been humiliated enough by my own arrogance today!"

He raised his hands to cover his face and stopped talking.

Silence fell again.

But at this moment, the giant sitting on the main seat slowly stood up. He wiped the corners of his mouth with a clean and soft napkin, and then went straight to the door without a word of explanation.

Of the four present, only Khalil knew what he was going to do.

"Father?" Luo Jia shouted blankly.

"Continue." The masked man said calmly with his back to them. "Solve the problem."

It was almost as if he was giving orders.

Khalil couldn't help laughing. He really couldn't understand how someone could be so awkward with his son, and he didn't even dare to say a superfluous word.

Do you care too much?

Interesting. He narrowed his eyes.

This expression was caught by Luo Jia on the side, and the golden giant couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Khalil, what are you laughing at? Does my father make you feel funny? Or is it my brother's sadness that makes you laugh?" Do you think it’s ridiculous?”

"None of them." Khalil replied calmly.

He seemed completely indifferent to Luo Jia, a demigod's questioning.

Roger Dorn frowned again: "Luojia."

"No, Roger!"

Luo Jia stood up and firmly and persistently placed her right hand on a heavy classic on the table. He spoke loudly, with a bit of speech-like passion in his voice.

"Since you don't want to say anything, then I'll do it!"

"Mr. Khalil, yes, you raised our brother and you took good care of him - for this we are grateful to you. Father even allowed you to have dinner with him! Do you know what a privilege this is? ?”

"but!"

"If you take this as evidence that you can be unscrupulous, you are totally wrong!"

Khalil frowned: "I have never been unscrupulous -"

"——No, you do!" Luojia raised his voice, interrupting and covering up Khalil's explanation with his voice. For a Primarch, this was a piece of cake.

"I can see your manipulation of our brother Konrad Coates! Do you dare to say that you didn't? You communicated with him in the local language, you asked him to get out, and you still-"

"-Shh."

The cold temperature suddenly came down in the next moment. Luo Jia suddenly closed her mouth, and her whole body muscles stiffened like stuck gears in an instant.

+Don't go too far.+

+You can educate them yourself. +

+I can't. +

With a long sigh, Khalil stood up slowly—this time, without jumping out of his chair.

His figure was getting taller, two meters, three meters, four meters. He became taller than Luo Jia. He looked down at him and stood calmly at the table.

There was a deep blue light in his eyes that was fiercely bright.

"You misunderstood me deeply." Khalil said softly. "But I'm not surprised. After all, prejudice and arrogance are human nature. Although you are powerful, you are not immune."

His voice was very soft but clearly reached the ears of Rogal Dorn, Fulgrim and Ferrus Manus across the long table.

As for Luo Jia

Khalil's soft voice was like thunder in his ears.

"But listen up. Conrad Coates or Midnight Ghost. He is a free man. He decides what he wants to do and the path he wants to take. I can't do it for him. I will never make a decision for him."

"manipulate?"

Khalil chuckled.

"Judging from your outfit, the scriptures on your skin, and the books in your hand, I can tell that you are probably a devout believer. Am I right?"

"It's so funny. Religion has been designed to manipulate people's spirits, fool their wills, and make them wallow in the mud since its inception. And now you are actually talking to me about manipulation?"

"You know nothing about me or him, Mr. Lorgar Aurelion, what makes you say such a thing?"

"Is it your love for your brothers, or your faith in your father? The God in your eyes has been insulted, so you, a devout believer, want to restore this face for him?"

The smile disappeared, and he left the table coldly. The door automatically slid open without any wind, and then closed suddenly. After that, one sentence resounded throughout the banquet hall.

"It's ridiculous."

A moment later, a furious roar sounded.

I am making up for the update, which is considered as compensation for the group being disbanded by me. I apologize again, I'm sorry to you all.

Furthermore, if you are interested, you can guess why Khalil became so strong in a short period of time and what will happen next.